Soon I will pass and go
Through the door now closed.
Open then, I will take the path
See the blossoms fading
Breath the scent of beauty waning.
At the road's edge I'll stand
Look back and wave my hand
Once, or twice, perhaps, and smile.
Do not think I will be gone awhile.
Soon you will forget I once
Was where you stand and watch
And stood myself and heard the latch
Close final as the thick crunch
Of lion's teeth on sweet doe's neck
And feel the shiver of the wind
That cuts each time we suffer life's end,
Our heart's winter, cold victory of death
When eyes close and doors and sighs and breath.
But I know the truth. I have been
With Truth and I have seen.
I see Him still though simple here I stand.
I will in truth at that long road's end
Wait to see you. Look ahead. Raise your hand.
[See how this poem by Peadar Ban complements Stephanie Mount's "Brick by Brick" poem from last week. Christ passes through all barriers to bring joy from suffering, for He has crushed death by His death. He loves us beyond all telling.]
